chapter 87 If you dare to touch her again, try it.

"Gulu~"

Feeling the astonishing softness, Ismael Amos swallowed hard, lowered his head, and met Lin Shishi's murderous eyes. He couldn't help but laugh with a guilty conscience, "That... you jumped on it yourself, you can't blame me. ah."

Listening to Ismael Amos's sophistry, Lin Shishi's pretty face turned increasingly red, as if she was about to bleed. This gesture was too ambiguous, and Ismael Amos's strong masculine aura made her dizzy.

"Stinking rogue!"

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